Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2000 05:57:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill
Subject: "Joey and Bill: Last Chapter" (part 1/2)
NOTE: This is the last episode of a multi-part story titled "Joey and Bill"
If you want to know the story so far, find the earlier segment on the Nifty
Archive authors list (Prolific Authors under the name "Bill"). If you don't
care to go back, here's a brief synopsis: Joey is 12 and just hit puberty;
he's incredibly cute and sexy. Bill is his shy 15-year- old neighbor who
has a crush on him. When Joey moved to the neighborhood, they had a sexual
fling. Justin is a classmate of Joey's in the 7th grade; 13-years-old and a
stud jock.
WARNING! The first parts of this series were rather innocent in their
exploration of boyhood sexual discovery. In this part, however, I got WAY
kinked-out. If fairly heavy dominance/submission activities don't appeal
to you, skip this one.
JOEY'S JOURNAL, Friday night, September 22, 1966
MAN! That Justin is something else! One of these days he might get me into
trouble, but it sure is an education when I hang out with him. I know I
like Mike (and his little brother Patrick!) a whole lot better, but
there's something about Justin that makes me want to go along with
everything he suggests.
I rode my bike over to his house after school and we were playing around.
It's kind of cool that Justin likes me, because he's older and bigger and
a lot more mature. He got held back a grade, and he's the biggest kid in
the 7th grade, but even then he's taller and a much better athlete than
just about any kid in the 8th grade. And he's a lot more knowledgeable
about stuff - especially sex stuff. Justin must think about it even more
than I do! And the things he claims he's done.... He started telling me
about how he sometimes rides his bike to the University (it's like 12
miles away, but he has one of those fancy new European 10-speed bikes) and
- GET THIS -
he says he can always get a college guy to suck his dick! I wonder if he's
making this up.
He says he just hangs around in a men's room in the basement of the
library and pretty soon some guy will start giving him some kind of signal
with his eyes or something that the guy wants to suck cock. Justin wasn't
all that clear about what the signal was. Anyway, then they go into a
toilet stall (gross!), or to the woods around that big garden that's near
the library, and the college-boy faggot - that's what Justin calls them -
gets on his knees and gives Justin a blow job! Some of them get Justin to
fuck them in the ass! He said they like it when he talks tough to them.
They even like it when he grabs hold of the guy's head when he's sucking
and fucks his boner all the way into the guy's throat! And get this -
sometimes the college guy gives him money - like $10 - even though Justin
is the one getting off! Seems like it should be the other way around.
Then Justin started asking me about my 15-year-old neighbor, Bill. I
had told Justin a couple weeks ago about how Bill is so horny for me
and how he sucked me a bunch of times at the end of the summer, and
how he was really good at it.
We talked for a while, and I told him about the time a couple weeks
ago when Bill had offered to suck me anytime, and have me fuck him
too. And that Bill even said he'd let my friends join in!
Well, naturally Justin wanted to do it, and he convinced me to call Bill
and set up a meeting, right there from Justin's house. So when I called,
Justin was standing right next to me and sometimes whispering things
for me to say. I set up a thing for tomorrow morning at the old barn. It
seemed like Bill was really excited about the idea, because he eagerly
agreed to everything I suggested to him. He even seemed excited about
Justin being there, which surprised me. I didn't even think he knew who
Justin was, but Bill asked if he was the tall guy with long dark hair, so
he must have seen Justin at my house. I would've liked for Mike to come
along, since he's my best friend. But he's got the flu and has been out of
school for the last 2 days and is still feeling rotten. His mom says I
can't even visit him for a couple more days.
When I couldn't think of anything more to say to Bill, Justin kinda g
rabbed the phone and started talking to Bill himself - he's really pushy
sometimes. Anyway, Justin was incredible! He started talking like a
juvenile delinquent - like a real tough guy. Unlike mine, his voice has
already changed and I think he was trying to sound like Paul Newman
or someone. It went kind of like this:
"So... Billy boy; you got a thing for us younger guys, huh? You want
to get on your knees for Joe and me and suck our boners, right?...
Yeah, that's what I thought. And I'll bet you wanna put on a nice jack-off
show for us and shoot your wad while we watch?... Uh huh... And what
else do you want? Tell me about your sexy fantasies.... Oh, come on.
Sure you can! How about this one - do you get off on the idea of taking
my 13-year-old cock in your ass? I got a nice 6-incher, and I'll get it
all lubed up for you. Come on; you can tell me. Don't be shy. I've been
with older guys like you before... Tell me how you want it.... Yeah;
that's what I want to hear; but don't whisper for Christ's sake.... Oh;
well, ok. But do it quick. We don't have all day!"
Justin told me "He switching to the phone in his bedroom so his mom
doesn't overhear. Shit, Joe! This guy is a Class-A faggot! I think we're
gonna have a lot of fun with him."
Then Justin started talking on the phone again. "Yeah; I'm still
here. So now tell me again what you want me and Joe to do to
you.... Yeah?... Yeah?.... Alright! That sounds hot!... Man! You
really ARE a faggot, huh?... Go ahead and say it. Tell me what
you are.... Yeah, you got that right! And you get a thrill out of
admitting it to me, didn't you? In fact, I bet you're playing with
your stiff cock right now, aren't you?.... Yeah? I KNEW it!....
So how about you strip naked and we have us some phone fun....
Yeah; of COURSE I mean right now!... OK; that's better. Now
stroke that bone.... Tell me how good it feels... That's right....
Keep talking... Let's see; what would be a good turn-on for you?...
You ever been spanked by your dad?... Ok, tell me all about it, and
while you do, spank yourself... Yeah, you heard me. Are you next
to the bed?... OK, put the phone down on the bed and bend down
close to it. Now get going. Keep jackin and slap your ass. Hard!
Again... harder!... Keep going. Now talk to me. What did your
dad make you do?... Yeah?... Naked and lying across your bed, huh?
Tell me everything!... A boner, huh? That musta been embarrassing!
With a belt? Oh, MAN!"
As I watched, Justin was rubbing his crotch as he listened to the phone.
His penis was really stiff inside his pants. Finally he said "OK. You
can stop spankin yourself. You got any lube that you use for jackin?
Yeah, that'll do. Lube up your cock good.... Now get a bunch of lotion
on two fingers of your other hand and put them in your ass... Fuck your
ass; in and out... Pretend it's my cock.... Tell me that hot jack-off
fantasy you were doing before. Tell me everything.... That's good!...
Yeah, keep going."
Justin looked over at me and winked. With the phone wedged against
his shoulder, he unbuttoned his tight jeans and pulled them down to his
knees. Then he pulled the elastic waistband of his underpants under his
balls, so his 6-inch boner was free, and he began to stroke it slowly as
he kept talking to Bill and prompting him to tell his fantasies. Even
though I couldn't hear what Bill was saying, I was getting so horny
that I undid my own pants and pulled out my boner and started jacking
too. Justin kept talking to Bill, apparently making him say all kinds of
sexy stuff, but he was looking right at me and my crotch, watching me
jack off. I knew it turned Justin on to see my body, so I unbuttoned my
shirt too. Then Justin motioned me over to him and held the phone out
a bit from his ear so I could hear Bill moaning: "Oh God! Fuck me
Justin! Fuck me hard!... Oh, Joey! Your cock is so good in my mouth!
AHHH! So good!... Oh yeah! I'm gonna cum!... Here it cums!... UH!...
UH!... Oh, GOD!"
MAN! Very weird! Bill sounded like he's a little nuts, talking as if me
and Justin were actually with him.
Justin told Bill that our get-together tomorrow would be the hottest
sex ever - that it would make his fantasies seem tame. But before
Justin hung up, he added: "And one more thing. When you meet us
at the barn, I want you to have ALL your pube hair shaved off.
Around your dick... on your balls... your asshole, if you got any
there...Huh?... Shit, I don't care HOW. Just do it or don't bother
showing up. See ya at the barn at 10:00 a.m. - sharp."
Jeez! Like I said - Justin is something else!
I asked Justin why he did that part about shaving, and he said that
faggots like Bill get a sexual kick out of being told to do humiliating
things. "Submissive" is the word he used. And when a guy is forced
to shave off his pube hair... for a faggot it's the kind of submissive
thing that gets him really horny.
Justin and I still had our pants down and we ended up jacking
ourselves really good while we talked and looked at each other.
Justin kept talking about how much fun it was going be to have
Bill as our "personal faggot slut". I had a really good cum, and
Justin shot more juice than I've ever seen before.
Justin started calling me Joey - I guess because Bill had been
calling me that on the phone. I should have said I want him to
use "Joe", but I didn't. I guess I don't mind
Sometimes Justin scares me a little. His ideas are sometimes just
too wild. But it sure is interesting to be around him - never a dull
moment. And I'm getting pretty horny thinking about this sex thing
we'll do with Bill tomorrow.
BILL'S JOURNAL, Saturday night, September 23
Well, it finally happened. The things I've been fantasizing for a
month. And it matched - no, far exceeded! - my most intense
sexual fantasies. Since I got home, I've been thinking I shouldn't
play out my fantasies like that in real life like that ever again! It's
just too degrading. But every time I think about it, the urge to be
dominated by Justin again gets stronger. No; I won't do this
again. It's just not right!
When I first got Joey's call he sounded kind of tentative... unsure
about what he was asking me to do. But I was so happy, I was
floating on a cloud just hearing that boyish voice and thinking
about getting together with him again. And when he mentioned
Justin joining in too, it moved right in line with the sexual fantasies
that have been churning through my brain. Having the sweet,
beautiful Joey and the tough-looking Justin together in a 3-way
sexual encounter - it was my most intense fantasy!
When Justin got on the line, I instantly knew what was going on.
HE was the instigator, not Joey. And, Christ! Did Justin ever
turn out to be an instigator. His voice - a mellow and insinuating
tenor - weaving an erotic web that wrapped around my brain and
captured me completely. He seemed to be able to read my mind,
to know the details of my most private sexual secrets. And he
made me tell him everything - had me admit to him that I was a
faggot slut; that I found Joey the most beautiful and desirable
creature in existence; and (God help me!) that I want to be
dominated... to be fucked... by handsome macho athletes... by
guys just like Justin! But like I said, he already seemed to know
these things. And when he told me to strip and jack off while I
was on the phone with him, it was almost like I was hypnotized...
unable to resist his suggestions.
He got me to tell him about the last time I got spanked. The time
I got caught smoking cigarettes when I was 12, and Dad marched
me to my room and made me take off my pants and underpants
and lie across my bed while he spanked me with his belt. And I
even told how my cock was stiff the whole time and how it
throbbed against the smooth bedspread, even while Dad was burning
up my butt and I squirmed and pleaded for him to stop. And while
I was telling him this, Justin was making me spank my own naked
ass - hard! - while I jacked off.
And then I was finger-fucking my ass while I told him my fantasies
of being dominated by jocks in the locker room, and of worshiping
Joey's incredibly beautiful body with my mouth. God! I had the
most incredible cum!
When Justin told me to shave off my pubic hair, at first I almost
said no. How could I do such a thing! But after I hung up the phone,
my mind started racing with erotic images - of Joey's hairless pubes;
of my own only a few years ago - like when Dad whipped me.
I got the electric hair trimmer that Mom used to use to give me
haircuts, and I just... well... did it. In only a minute, it was
reduced to just stubble. With shaving cream and a razor, it was
completely smooth and felt really sexy. I got a boner just looking
at myself! Then I went to work on my balls, being careful not
to cut myself. There were only a few hairs around my asshole,
and I shaved them too, using a small mirror as I drew my legs
way back. When I was through, it was incredible. My crotch
was just like Joey's! (though my cock was obviously a lot bigger).
I couldn't keep my hands away from the smooth skin of my balls,
and couldn't keep my eyes away from the way my penis looked
in the mirror. I slathered lotion all over it and jacked myself to a
nother great cum and felt really excited about showing my naked
and hairless body to Joey and Justin.
When I got to the barn, they were already there. The musty smell
of old hay aroused my senses as I remembered the times only a
month before when I had come here to play with Joey. And the
many times previously when I had come here to explore, to
daydream, and to masturbate in total privacy. And now the old
barn would be the scene of my first three-some... my first taste
of sexual submission.
My eyes darted back and forth between Joey and Justin. Both
were incredibly sexy-looking; both were staring at me as I
entered the darkened barn. My heart started to beat noticeably
in my chest. Justin walked toward me, a vaguely sinister smile
on his face. I had only seen him previously from a distance, and
up-close he was even more handsome than I imagined. A tall
and athletic 13-year-old, broad shoulders and trim waist.
Maybe 5'8" and 140 pounds, with a mop of shaggy dark hair.
He was wearing athletic shorts and a tee-shirt in the warm
September weather, same as Joey. As he approached me, he
pulled something out of a knapsack. It was a thick dog collar!
"Well, Billy-boy! I've heard so much about you! And now you
get to be our slaveboy faggot slut and live out some of those
fantasies of yours. Here. Put on your slave collar, and let's go
up to the loft."
I blushed with a combination of excitement and shame as I
buckled the leather collar around my neck. It must have been
made for a German Shepherd or some other big dog, because
it fit me fine. We climbed the ladder to the hay loft, and the
morning sun streamed in through the big opening to the
outside. Loose hay and old bales lay on the floor. In places,
the overhead wooden beams were so low that I could just
barely walk under them.
"Now strip nude, and let's see how good a job you did shaving."
My heart was beating even faster as I removed my shirt and
shoes, pulled down my cut-off jeans, and slowly lowered my
white briefs. My penis sprang free, half-hard and pulsing
toward a full erection. As I stepped out of my underpants and
was now totally nude, Justin pulled out a length of clothesline
and told me to put my hands behind my back. I was a bit
apprehensive, but Justin said "don't be a wimp; you KNOW
you'll get a thrill out of it", and he quickly went behind me and
tied my hands together. They both ran their hands over the
baby-smooth skin of my shaved crotch - making me instantly
rock-hard. Justin commented favorably to Joey about my new
appearance, and I could tell from the look on Joey's face that
he was aroused - even though he didn't say anything. And
Justin was right... I DID feel incredibly turned on being naked,
hairless, and helpless. A submissive slut for two sexy younger boys.
Then Justin said "This'll keep you nice and hard for a long time."
And he stretched a thick rubber band, doubled over, around the
base of my cock and under my balls. Then he stood back a few
feet to admire his handiwork. The snug rubber band made my
erection throb and grow even larger as blood pulsed into it but
was partially restricted from leaving. And my balls were propped
up and forward instead of dangling. My excitement level surged
as I looked down at my trussed cock and balls and felt the collar
around my neck as a constant reminders of my sexual submission
to Justin and Joey.
"Alright, slave. Get on your knees and crawl to us. Let's see
how you can use that pretty mouth on our cocks."
I sank to the straw-covered floor and knee-walked the 8 feet to
where the boys stood.
"Joey first," said Justin as they both took off their athletic shorts
and I saw that Joey was wearing white briefs while Justin wore
only a jockstrap.
How I wished I could have run my hands over Joey's body! It
would have been the first time in a month, and I had fantasized
about doing it every day that we'd been apart. My face was only
inches from his clean white underpants, and he teased me by
running his hands sensuously over the front of his crotch. I could
see that his barely-adolescent penis really hard and pushing against
the tight briefs.
"Now, lick his cock, slaveboy... through his underpants. Go on;
get to work."
I stuck out my tongue and licked the soft cotton material, exploring
as best I could the 4-1/2 inch ridge that was outlined beneath. God!
I wanted so much to suck Joey's perfect erection into my mouth, to
run my tongue over the warm smooth flesh. But I licked vigorously,
like a happy puppy licking his master's face, wetting the front of
Joey's tight briefs and bringing low moans of pleasure to his lips.
"Good work, faggot," said Justin in a not-unkind voice. "You earned
your reward... take Joey's underpants down and suck him."
I looked at Justin quizzically. My hands were still tied behind my back.
"Pull them down with your teeth, of course. But don't nip his skin
or I'll clock ya one."
I experimented quickly to find the best way to do this and then
carefully fixed my teeth around the elastic waistband near Joey's
right hip bone and pulled down. One side of the underpants was
lowered over an inch. I moved my mouth to the other side and did
the same. Then I went to the middle, pressing my chin against the
rigid erection beneath the damp cloth and gently lifted the waistband
up and over, exposing for the first time Joey's slightly flared cockhead.
With the underpants still concealing all but an inch of my prize, I
greedily sucked at the exposed portion. In the process, I gradually
pushed the front of his briefs down, farther and farther, as I took
more and more of the tender boycock into my mouth. YES! This
was the fulfillment of my dream - to once again suck Joey's slender boyish
cock.
But I wanted more of it... more of HIM. I quickly pulled off of his
cock and worked with my teeth to lower the underpants further,
moving each side a little at a time. Finally Joey became impatient
and pulled them off altogether. And there he stood - completely
naked; his body totally hairless; his 12-year-old erection almost
touching his belly.
"Suck it," he said, trying to sound forceful like Justin, but not
really succeeding. "Suck me good... slutboy." He sounded
perhaps a little embarrassed to use that last word, but I got a
charge out hearing him saying it... excited to think of myself as
subservient to this angelic boy whose image had constantly
appeared in my sexual fantasies.
I pulled at the rope tying my hands behind me, eager to run my
hands over Joey's body, but they were firmly secured. First I
lapped my tongue across the round sack that held his acorn-size
balls, inhaling the subtle scent of boyish musk. Then the tip of
my tongue traced a line up the front of his cock-shaft to the top.
My lips kissed the tip of his circumcised boner, my tongue
probing at his piss-slit. And then my open mouth descended
slowly as my wet lips glided along the barely-pubescent erection.
It was almost a religious experience. My heart pounded, my body
glowed with pleasure, and my brain was overcome with euphoria
as my lips pressed against the hairless base of Joey's dick and
then rose up again, my tongue slathering all around the boy-boner.
His fingers entwined in my hair, and his hands subtly urged the up
and down movement of my head to go faster and deeper.
My own cock throbbed, stiffer than it had ever been, both sexually
stimulated and subtly tortured by the thick rubber band around its
base. God! If I could only have jacked it as I worshiped Joey's
exquisite penis. But my hands were well-secured.
Then I became aware of Justin, standing hip-to-hip with Joey,
slowly stroking the 6-inch erection that protruded above the
half-pulled-down jockstrap. Though I kept sucking Joey's cock,
my attention was drawn to this perfect example of mid-puberty
male sexuality. A smooth cock shaft topped by a gracefully
flaring head; a patch of dark hair at the base with a line of
barely-visible light-brown hair running up to his navel.
"Suck us both at once, slave," said Justin. "Let's see how good
you are." And he angled his body against Joey's so that the
three of us made a triangle, with their two cocks pressed close
together. I licked hungrily at both cockheads, Justin's being
almost half-again thicker than Joey's. Then I did it! I took both
into my mouth at once, stretching the sides of my mouth wide,
overcome by the lust flowing through my body and my brain.
Saliva ran from my over-full mouth as my lips and tongue
labored to pleasure both boys simultaneously. Each rested a
hand on my head and they started thrusting their hips
simultaneously. Careful not to let my teeth graze the two
boners sliding back and forth between my lips, I let them
excitedly fuck my stretched mouth. The thrill of the act far
outweighed the awkwardness. In submitting to both boys
at once, I was fulfilling an urge that had lived for many months
in my masturbation fantasies
"OK; that's enough," said Justin, as he grabbed the leather
collar around my neck and pulled my head back from his and
Joey erections. "Stand up, fagboy," he said, pulling my upper
arm to help me to my feet.
I looked down at my crotch and was not at all surprised to
see my cock totally rigid, a deep red color, my balls pulled
tight beneath the shaft. Justin untied the rope behind my back
and retied them in front of me. The cotton clothesline was
figure-eighted from one wrist to the other several time, binding
them tight together.
"Loop your wrists over that nail," instructed the older boy,
pointing to several thick spike-like nails protruding 6 inches
at an upward angle from a low overhead beam - just above
head-height. There were a half-dozen of the nails, spaced a
couple feet apart, and some old broken farm gear hung from
a couple, including some worn and broken leather harnesses.
(Some of the tenant farmers in this part of central Carolina
still used mules to tend their tobacco crop.) I reached up and
dropped my tied hands onto the sturdy hook. My elbows were
slightly bent and the weight of my arms rested fairly comfortably
on the nail. Then Justin took a large bandana from his knapsack
and secured it around my eyes, shutting out all light. I felt the
intoxicating eroticism of being naked and helpless, tied in the
middle of a barn like an animal, not knowing what would
happen next and totally at the mercy of a young teenager with
a definite taste for kinky activities. I felt hands caressing my
butt, separating my ass-cheeks, and touching my puckered hole.
I bent my torso forward and down, leaning heavily on the ropes
securing my hands. I strained to push my ass back and raise it
up.... I was ready to be fucked... hot for it, like a true bottom-boy.
I knew immediately that it was Justin who was feeling my ass -
when his body brushed against me, I felt his hard 6-inch boner
and the light covering of hair on his legs. My mind was already
producing mental images of how it would feel to have his cock
thrusting into my body. When the hands went away and then
quickly returned, I felt the cool slippery wetness of some kind
of lotion or lube. Two fingers twisted into my hole, spreading
the lube into my rectum, and I groaned with pleasure and
pushed back against them, eager to be penetrated. Then I felt
a hand stroke my erection, soothing the same lubricant onto
the shaft. It was Joey in front of me, stroking my cock. Even
though I was blindfolded, I smelled his boy-scent in front me...
heard his excited breathing... felt his baby-smooth skin when
his arm brushed against me. I groaned with pleasure while
Justin's fingers fucked in and out of my ass and Joey slowly
jacked my slippery boner. As my head swam with lust, I felt
a new hand grasp my hairless ballsack. It squeezed firmly.
"You like that, don't you, slave boy?" came Justin's smooth
voice next to my ear. "How bout this..." and the hand tightened
around my balls until I winced.
I moaned from the mixture of pleasure and pain. The fingers
sliding into my ass, the hand jacking my cock, and the sensations
emanating from the firm grip on my balls took my breath away.
"Oh God, YES!" I gasped.
Just when I was really getting into a groove of physical lust,
Justin removed his probing fingers from my hole and the hand
from my balls, and I though "now he's gonna fuck me!" I wasn't
expecting what came next... SLAP! A blow landed hard on my
ass cheek, and my body jerked forward as I grunted loudly. It
wasn't a hand that spanked my ass, but the unmistakable feel
and sound of a leather strap (an old piece of the harness, as it
turned out). Joey was now using two hands to jack my boner
in slow, twisting, firm strokes.... SLAP! Again the strap fell
on my ass, striking the other tender cheek. My body responded
to the blows, but not with aversion to the pain (though it most
assuredly hurt!). Instead I felt a heightened lust, and I stuck
my ass back up to receive another.... SLAP! ... stinging my
butt and sending waves of pleasure/pain through my already
over-stimulated body. The strap was landing firmly and stung
sharply, every 10 seconds or so, alternating between the right
and left butt cheek. I could tell Justin wasn't using his full
strength. In fact, it was just like... SLAP!... it was just like
when Daddy whipped my ass several years before.... SLAP!
My brain flooded with memories of my father spanking me...
memories already dredged up by Justin when he made me
describe the whipping during the phone call the day before....
SLAP!... Then that all-knowing voice... that smooth-as-honey
Carolina accent...
"Billy... tell me again about getting spanked by your daddy.
Joey hasn't heard this yet. Go on...."
SLAP!
"Come on, Billy... tell how he made you strip naked...."
SLAP!
The hands on my genitals kept up their slow, steady stimulation,
keeping the erotic input at a high pitch, overwhelming my body
and brain. I began tell it all in a rush of excitement... all the
details I had never told anyone else. Of getting an erection as
I stood naked before Dad, after taking off my underpants
before the spanking. Of being embarrassed, but also turned
on at revealing my 4" prepubescent boner. Of lying across
my bed and gritting my teeth, knowing what was coming.
Of clutching the covers with my fists as Daddy's belt whistled
through the air and landed with a crack on my skinny round butt.
Of cringing from the pain and humiliation, yet totally aroused
as my immature boner humped against the bed each time the
belt landed. How I dry-orgasmed for the first time from the
friction of the bedcovers on my cock (establishing my pre-pubescent
masturbation technique of humping the bed or a pillow). As I
told my secrets, my young masters kept up their exquisite
torture - stroking my throbbing cock and slowly spanking my
ass... all while I was blindfolded and bound to an overhead beam.
And all the while, Justin murmured encouragement... making
me tell it all... tell all my secret thoughts. Then he whispered
"You wanted to suck your Daddy's cock didn't you?"... SLAP!
"No!... I... I mean... Oh, God; YES!" How could he have known?!
"You got a boner for your Daddy because you wanted to be
his slut-boy." ... SLAP! ... "You want Daddy to fuck your
submissive ass."... SLAP!
My brain swarmed with an overload of thoughts and sensual
stimulation. It was true! Justin was digging into inner desires
that I barely admitted to myself. But I didn't really lust for the
emotionally-distant over-achieving businessman that my father
was now. My erotic icon was the young Marine Corps combat
officer in the picture I kept in my beside table... My father on
some battle-scarred Pacific island in 1944. (Tarawa? Siapan?
Tinian? He fought on all of them.) How many times had I
studied the picture of the tanned shirtless man in his mid-20s,
a 45 Colt pistol in a low-slung holster at his hip, taut muscles,
not an ounce of fat, the tired determination of a victorious
warrior on his face. Yes, I desired him... wanted to serve him sexually.
SLAP!... The leather landed another blow, pulling my mind
back to my present situation.... SLAP!... But this reality was
barely different from the wildest fantasy. I was tied and
blindfolded, being kept on the verge of an incredible orgasm
by Joey's slow-stroking lubed hands, and the blazing heat
of my butt served only to stoke my desire. I strained against
the rope holding my hands to the beam above my head.
There was only one more thing that I really craved as I
moaned in exquisite agony... "Fuck me. Oh, shit! Please... fuck me!"
...SLAP!...
"Daddy will fuck you, Billy; just as soon as he finishes
whipping your little-boy ass".... SLAP!... "Tell Daddy
you're sorry for being a bad boy... Tell Daddy how much
you need to be fucked."...SLAP!...
God! The humiliation of saying this to a 13-year-old boy
was at once a mental torture and the world's most powerful
aphrodisiac. And the blows from the leather strap now
came faster and harder, stinging like a hornet every few seconds.
"I'm sorry Daddy! I'm really sorry!" I pleaded in desperation,
as real tears soaked my blindfold. "Please don't spank me
anymore, Daddy. I'll be good! Please let me..." The words
caught in my throat for a moment. "Please let me be your
fuck-boy.... Oh, God! Fuck me! Please!!"
And as I awaited yet another blow of leather on flesh, I
instead felt hands caressing the burning flesh of my buttocks
and a rigid 6-inch erection pressing up against my crack.
My ass flashed with pain at the contact against my abused
flesh, but I wanted it... I wanted Justin to take me... to
possess my body with his stiff cock.
"Tell Daddy again... what does Little Billy need?"
"Fuck me, Daddy! I want you... I NEED you to fuck me
in the ass!" I gasped as he ground his crotch against my hot
rear end and reach around to pinch my nipples. Then his
hands slowly slid up the sides of my torso, along my
armpits, up my arms... and he lifted my bound hands off
the hook.
"Let's get you over here where we can do this the right
way," said Justin as he led me - still blindfolded - a few
paces away. "Kneel down here," he said and pressed down
on my neck as I sank to my knees. Then he pushed me
forward, and my tied hands broke my fall against a hay bale.
The prickly hay scratched against my naked body, but I
couldn't help myself from humping my engorged cock
against it, starved for the orgasm that I craved.
Justin pushed my legs apart so he could kneel between
them. Then I felt Justin's fingers at my anal opening, and
I flexed my ass-muscle out to open myself as two lube-slick
fingers pushed into me. Then his hands spread my ass cheeks,
and I felt his cockhead poised at my hole. Again I opened
myself and felt him slide in, his adolescent cock filling my
rectum. I'd been fucked before, but was by no means
experienced. I winced as the burning of my anal muscle
merged with the still-smouldering pain of my tender ass
cheeks, but there was no doubt in my mind - I wanted this
SO BAD... wanted to be fucked by this young dominant
stud... to be his subservient ass-boy slut. I pushed my
hindquarters up to meet Justin's thrusts like a bitch-dog in
heat. My initial groan of pain quickly became selfish whines
of needy pleasure and animal-like vocalizations of lust.
"OH... OH... GOD... OH... FUCK... YES... UHH...
SHIT... YES..." I grunted loudly, a syllable at a time,
each time Justin's erection sank to the hilt into my willing body.
"Hey Joey; put something in his mouth to shut him up."
"Like this?" came the young-boy voice in reply.
"Yeah. Perfect!"
What would Joey stuff in my mouth? A sock? A bandana
like the one that covered my eyes?
The answer couldn't have been more desirable. I felt Joey's
barely-adolescent boner pressing against my lips, and I
devoured it hungrily. The slender 4-1/2 incher was incredibly
stiff and hugged Joey's belly. I sucked it to the hairless base,
lavishing it with attention from my tongue and lips. It was
just as I remembered it from our brief time together during
the summer... the most perfect 12-year-old erection in the
world... the source of so many of my jack-off fantasies.
My groans of pleasure at the feeling of Justin's cock
pounding into my ass were now muffled by the boycock
I was worshiping with my mouth.
Though bound together at the wrists, my hands were free
to touch Joey's soft boyish body - finally! I ran my hands
up one smooth slender thigh. Oh, God! The sensuous
delight of his baby-soft flesh sent a shiver of pleasure through
my body. My fingers toyed with the small silky ballsack that
hung below Joey's erection, and I caressed the small nuggets
within. I fervently wished my hands had been untied so I
could run my hands over Joey's tight round ass and touch
the tiny nipples on his smooth chest. I contented myself
with feeling his thighs as he held my head and began pumping
his young boner in and out of my mouth.
And all the while, my ass was being plowed in long steady
strokes by Justin's teenage cock, filling my body, brushing
back and forth against that special spot inside my rectum.
My incredible peak of lust was making my mind spin out of
reality. All I could think about was the two cocks that utterly
possessed my body, front and back, burning into my
consciousness the knowledge that my most intense pleasure
came from serving as a faggot-whore for other boys.
The pounding of hard cock into my asshole was reaching a
fever-pitch. Justin grabbed my hips and slammed his boner
into me as fast and hard as he could. I responded by moving
my mouth and tongue faster and more intensely on Joey's
boycock. Come ON, I said to myself. Fill me with cum! Give it to me!
And like an answer to my prayers, I heard Justin shout with
lust as his rutting cock exploded inside of me and he pressed
into my ass, pumping his cum into my faggot-cunt. I kept up
the feverish intensity of my of my sucking, bringing my fingers
awkwardly to Joey's dick to jack him just below my lips. And
I was rewarded with a small spay of his salty-sweet boy-cum,
which I hungrily sucked from his pulsing erection. Joey held
my head tightly as he pressed his tightly-wound body into my
face, then finally relaxed and stepped back from me. I
savored the taste of Joey's cum on my tongue... supremely
happy, utterly aroused. Justin's cock popped out of my
ass, and I was alone. Lying across a hay bale, a leather
collar around my neck, my hands tied, my eyes blindfolded,
and my cock so ready to explode that it felt like it was a foot
long and thick as an ear of corn.
"That was pretty good, fag-boy," came Justin's tenor voice.
"Yeah; good suck, Bill," came Joey's high pre-teen voice.
"Well, Joey; should we let him get himself off as a reward
for being a good slave-boy?"
"Sure, Justin. Sounds fair to me."
"Roll over, slut." I turned my body around so I was sitting on
the floor of the loft, my back reclining against the bale of hay.
All of a sudden, the blindfold was yanked off and my eyes took
a moment to adjust to the light. There standing above me was
were the two boys I had just serviced, their cocks now mostly
soft, but their bodies still a vision of young masculine beauty.
I looked down at my own cock, and it was indeed swollen and
dark crimson from the combination of extended stimulation
and the restraint of the thick rubber band that encircled my
erection and the base of my ballsack. My dick glistened from
the lube that Joey had used when he had given me the
agonizingly incomplete jack-off. My hands reached for my
cock, eager to finally bring myself to orgasm. And then I
heard a "click" and looked up. Justin held a switchblade knife
in his hand, and I felt the blood drain from my face and the
breath catch in my lungs.
"No... Please!" I begged, as he brought the sharp knife down to my crotch.
"You stupid shit," he mocked. "I'm just gonna cut off the
rubber band so you can cum!"
I relaxed a bit, but still had trouble breathing as Justin let the
knife's tip graze, ever so lightly, along the shaft of my cock
from tip to base. Then he eased his finger under the rubber
band and pulled it out, flicking the knife-tip to cut it, sending
it flying off. I tried to grab my cock in one hand and my balls
in the other, but they were tied too close together. Instead I
grabbed my cock both hands - one above the other - and
began to stroke. I knew it wouldn't take long.
Then Justin said "Let's give him some more lube... check
this out Joey." And as I looked up at Justin, he held his
soft cock with two fingers and his thumb and a stream of
pee shot forth, aimed right at my cock and my stroking hands.
The hot yellow fluid danced all around my crotch, wetting
my boner, my balls, my shaved pubes.
I moaned in erotic overload. I couldn't believe how utterly
sensuous it was for this dominant boy to be peeing on me as
I jacked my now-more-slippery cock, my mind almost delirious
with the build-up to my long-awaited cum.
"Come on Joey. You do it now," said Justin as his stream dribbled to a
halt.
"Uh... I don't think so. It seems really gross," said the lovely young
boy.
"Naa," said Justin; "Billy really loves... don't ya slave-boy?"
I blushed with shame and incredible arousal. I had to force
the words out. "Pee on me, Joey... Please! Do it! Pee all
over me while I cum!" I gasped. God; I could hardly believe
the words that emerged from my mouth, but I knew they
came straight from that part of my brain that constantly
sought higher and higher levels of sexual stimulation. Joey just
shrugged and reached for his soft circumcised penis as he stood
between my outstretched legs. Just then, Justin got around
behind him and wrapped his arms around Joey's torso.
"Let me aim it, Joe. This'll be so cool. OK, start peeing!"
The flow began, first with a little dribble, but then in a hard
stream. It hit me first right on my cock, but then traced a
path up my belly, my chest, my neck.
"Open up fag-boy. Here comes the payoff!" And at that
moment, just as the most intense orgasm of my life rushed
through my body like a tornado through a wheat field, a
stream of boy-pee shot right into my open mouth, splashing
against my lips and tongue and teeth. I gulped the strange bitter
fluid as more of it poured down my jaw. I couldn't help myself.
I wanted it so much! I wanted to drink Joey's hot piss as cum
blasted from my cock... spurt after spurt... white sperm mingling
on my chest with yellow pee! As my body jerked in spasms of
sexual nirvana, the stream from Joey's slender 3-inch penis
finished the same way it had started... with a dribble of piss
that landed on my thighs. I was a mess of cum and urine...
completely exhausted but totally satisfied. I just stared up
at my two "masters" as they pulled on their clothes and talked
about me like I wasn't there.
"Didn't I tell you he'd get off on being a submissive slut, Joey?"
"Yeah, Justin, but I never woulda believed it if I hadn't seen
it with my own eyes. Wait'll I tell Mike and the other guys about this!"
My mind swirled with images of the next time... of more boys
joining us up in the loft... more 12 and 13 year olds using me
sexually, spanking my submissive butt, peeing on me as I jacked
off. I was too turned-on to allow the inevitable self-loathing to assert
itself.
Jason sawed his knife against the rope binding my hands, and it fell
apart in a few seconds. "See ya later, faggot," said Justin, as he
picked up his knapsack and the two of them climbed back down the
steps and took off. I was left wearing the collar.... Jason's signal
that
there would be a "next time".
As I came down from my sexual high, the self-reproach crept into
my brain. My conscience (such as it is) started asking me "How
could you let them do that? How could actually LIKE it so much?"
And as I walked home, two different parts of my brain were in
heated debate, back and forth, battling for control of this shy and
confused 15-year-old queer-boy.
As I sat down to write this journal entry this evening, I had
resolved never to consent to this again, no matter how sexually
stimulating it was. But as I have written the words and relived
the events, I realize that if Justin ever called and said "Meet us
in the barn, slave-boy," I would be utterly helpless to resist.
I would serve him again in a heartbeat.
[The End]
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